Carla chews celery.
Crunches, chomps, celebrates, conks.
Chromatic cigar.
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Lol, this is seriously absurdist writing. Why must she chomp so? Oh, the things I'm picturing... And I love the pic; I too, always put my bread and eggs loose in the door of my fridge, next to my milk...
lol love the Chromatic Cigar
“Chromatic cigar” … celery just got a new nickname. 😂 👏🏽
Thank you for sharing this short and playful piece of writing! The alliteration and repetition of "c" sounds throughout the three lines gave the poem a fun and lighthearted tone. I appreciate the creativity in using something as simple as chewing celery to create a unique and memorable image. Your choice of words and phrasing were concise yet effective in conveying the scene. Well done and keep up the great work!